No one knows how badly I cried at this last minute. In the first half of the play, Jiang Xianyun draws a match, and after he makes a decision, the match is extinguished, but someone handed him another one

No one knows how badly I cried at this last minute.

In the first half of the play, Jiang Xianyun draws a match, and after he makes a choice, the match is extinguished, but someone hands him a torch.

It occurred to me that Xianyun's short twenty-five years of life, like this match that cut through the darkness, burned himself with extreme height, and perhaps only this young leaping soul fire could light up the night, although this loyal and brave fire would be persecuted by darkness, but he never seemed to be afraid.

The forerunners never cared whether their choices could go down in history, they only cared that their choices must be correct and beneficial to future generations.